MORE OR LESS THIS THAT OR THE OTHER
OPINIONS MAY BE DANGEROUS
It’s not really dancing.
It’s the joy we share.
It is deep within us, it is always there.
Some call it Love. It is April. It’s Home.
The Gift of Life; we know where it’s from.
We clap. We hum; will it disappear?
Perhaps we lack focus. What now do we hear?
The Sound of Silence?
Are we lonely now?
Yes, for the moment.
The Stillness of Tao.
Harken the rhythm. We’re not apart.
We hum. Yes we do, to the beat of our heart.
We hum with our pulse. Really? We hum.
We rise up and dance.
But it isn’t really dancing… not really… is it?
I’d like you to work for me she said. You can motivate my sales staff and qualify leads; you’ll love it, she said. Just say and do the things you write about. (I’m thinking, I’m thinking).
But it will interfere with my writing.
The extra money will help you with your publishing goals (I’m thinking, I’m thinking).
THE EGO TRIP
Is The Ego Trip a journey?
To trip we sometimes fall.
For some a scraped up kneecap.
While others hit the wall.
(For some there is discovery, art, science and a sharing of the rewards thereof.)
Perhaps the Ego Trip is a WeGo trip.
A trip for one and all.
And yes, perhaps a journey.
Perhaps we need to fall.